iii was fairly certain he could keep his and vessel's onstage antics separate from reality. until he couldn't.

Making a deal with the God of Sleep wasn't exactly on my bingo card, but neither was getting caught up in a sacrificial ritual. The four men in masks saved me only to bring me to their own church of worship, telling me I can't go home because of the debt I owe. But a pact made long ago with the God and the one they call Vessel has me questioning my trust in them, especially when the standoff-ish Vessel of Sleep, the leader of the group, seems to know something I don't. The only way to learn the truth is to delve deeper into their lives, digging up my own buried past along with it... This is a slow burn romance mystery. Warning ⚠️: talk of suicide, murder, self harm and abuse along with sexual content. I also use swear words occasionally Word count: 85,661 Sequel: Telomeres

I'm ivy my real name is Riley and im 23 years old I'm in my band sleep token with ves iii and ii and I have my girlfriend Marie She's 22 I love her I take her with me sometimes but I caint this time she's my girlfriend of 4 years so far and we've been really good together I don't want anything to happen to her

ves is a stray out on the street has been for a long time he did have a mate I got lost or taken from a concert I'm scared and alone outside I've been hurt bad oh I have a little one with me to she looks like my mate I named her meena she's really cold to so am I.

Just when a man truly starts to feel like his life is over, a mysterious ancient deity called Sleep promises to care for him and erase his past, so long as he becomes their vessel. But every rose has its thorns, and soon, Sleep's new mouthpiece is a new man, but not in the way the deity promised. Based on the lore of the band Sleep Token.

A slight tickle on your cheek begins to awaken you, eyes foggy and confused as you gaze around the room. You can feel the hair that hangs in your eyes being brushed gently to the side, but by what force you do not know. While nothing yet has made sense in this place, you never once have felt scared. If anything, you feel satiated, the last memory you can seem to recall is sinking deep into a bath scented with lavender. This is an X reader, You are the main character. This is also a female reader or anyone who identifies with female anatomy/pronouns. Anatomy is *cough* heavily discussed. This is my first time in my life writing anything other than an angsty depression poem. I apologize if it is butts, I may over explain details, and its a bit of a slow burner. NOT ABOUT THE REAL PEOPLE YALL. THIS IS ABOUT THE MASKED MEN WHO MAKE OUT ON STAGE ONLY

ii has a huge crush on iii but he's with vessel I told him once he said it freaked him out they haven't talked to me since meanwhile ii doesn't no that iv likes him alot and is worried about me, iii told him what I said and how they've been treating me.

a continuation of "35" Corey and The Mask have become one. They travel the world and indoctrinate thousands of people each day, but there is a force watching them. These moments of beauty could lead to Armageddon if they don't find a way to coexist with those who wish to bury the mask again.

II has a hard time dealing with his emotions. It gets frustrating when you try to communicate with him. Angst and jealousy ensue, will he be able to fix it before one of his best friends tries to step in and take you away from him?